[	Tags	|	beer	]
[	Current Location	|	drunk.	]
[	mood	|	drunk	]
[	music	|	Manson	]

I work in a sushi bar. Every single type of roll has a sign, clearly displaying the contents and price.
But......I still get people who come to the counter and ask:

"unnnnhhhh what's in that one? unnhhhh"
"is that the price for one? *grunting noises* "
No, fuckwad! you get seven rolls for that price!
and so forth. Now, I will admit that our sushi is expensive. At $3 to $3.50 a roll, we're probable the most expensive sushi joint in the northern rivers. But we're the ONLY sushi joint in Lismore, so.....suck it. Suck it, and pay your damn 20 cents for wasabi, you cunts.
And that's the other thing I hate. See, I'm a retail employee. I can no more change the prices than I can make the moon change colour, or dance for your amusement. So there's no goddamn point complaining to me that you have to pay for your damn wasabi (which EVERYONE charges for). Once again, I'm RETAIL STAFF. Not only can I not change the prices, I also don't give a monkey's left nut. I'm not paid enough to care. (okay, I am, but I still don't care)
"I want that one, hurrrrrrr" *smears greasy hands on glass counter*
Fucking say it! It's not some unpronouncable japanese word, it's goddamn BEEF! Can you say beef?

The people in this town make me want to cry, I swear.
A tip for everyone: make life difficult for retail staff, and they will hate you. they will also try and fuck you over, charge you for everything that they can. Be a nice pleasant customer.....and they'll 'forget' to charge you for stuff. You'll brighten their day. And mine, because we're all connected by psychokinesis. And beer. Yes.